“Have you ever had anal sex, sweetheart?” I ask, dragging off my shirt.
As her gaze rakes my torso, she swallows. “No.”
So double penetration will have to wait. Sure, if we prepped her thoroughly and carefully Marcus and I could probably take her together. But a glance tells me he doesn’t have the patience now. The way I’m burning to be inside her? I don’t, either.
“I-I…if that’s a disappointment—”
I press a finger to her lips. “It’s not.” Then I prompt Marcus. “Is it?”
“No. That will just be another part of you that will belong to us—and us alone.”
Does Marcus realize how possessive he sounds? It’s as territorial as I feel. Kate is ours. On some level, he must sense that.
He shoots me another impatient stare. “Tell me what the fuck you want. Hurry.”
I repress a smile. Despite his blunt demeanor, Marcus can be incredibly patient. The fact he’s not when we’re touching Kate is another promising sign.
Holding out my hand to her, I ease her from the bed, give her a long, lingering kiss, then brush my thumb across her lower lip. “Such a pretty mouth. It would look even sexier wrapped around Marcus’s cock.”
My best friend hisses in a breath. Kate’s eyes darken before she glances over her shoulder and meets his stare.
“Suck me, baby girl?” Marcus reaches for the waistband of his shorts.
“Do you want me to?” Her soft voice sounds both nervous and excited by the idea.
It’s arousing as hell.
He slides the last of his clothes to the floor, his cock standing tall, hard, and ruddy. “What do you think?”
She eyes him, breath held, unblinking, unmoving. Then, as if she’s in a trance, she turns, her pale skin soft in the moonlight. Over the sound of the crashing waves and Marcus’s rough breathing, she falls to her knees in front of him, her stare never leaving his face. “How do you like it?”
“A pleaser, huh?” He smiles. “I want it however you want to give it to me.”
Kate licks her lips and fixes her gaze on his cock. My pulse jumps as she takes him in hand, making him stiffen all over. Then she leans in, closes her eyes, and stretches her mouth to envelope his girth. As she bobs up and down his length, trying to accommodate his size, he groans and grabs a fistful of her hair, melts into her.
Watching raptly, I come closer. She looks so fucking beautiful pleasuring Marcus, lashes brushing her hollowed cheeks. She continues exploring him with searching licks and long pulls, slowly caressing up his thighs before she cradles his balls. They spill over the sides of her small hand, but she keeps on, laving his shaft in long, unhurried drags of her tongue, heaping more and more sensation on him with her lush mouth.
I ache just watching them.
“You going to stand there and gawk?” Marcus demands of me.
Translation: he’s not going to last long so he’s insisting I lose my composure, too. Not that I mind. Orgasms are best shared. I’m not sexually interested in Marcus; he’s not interested in me. But there’s something about timing our climaxes to coincide with our woman’s that destroys us both and elevates the sex above mere orgasm.
“No,” I assure him as I peel off the rest of my clothes. “I can’t stand not touching her anymore.”
After a quick detour past my suitcase, I dig into my box of condoms. I’m shocked to see my hands trembling. But I know the stakes of tonight, even if Marcus doesn’t want to admit them. If we give Kate the most stunning pleasure of her life, we can start addicting her to us. We can start binding her to us.
We can start making her ours.
When I turn back, foil square in hand, my best friend’s demanding fist is clenched tighter in Kate’s hair. She’s quickened the pace, moaning and making love to him with her tongue. She seems lost in his pleasure, in his taste.
My impatience ticks up another notch as I approach Kate from behind and crouch, pressing my chest against her slender back. Then I dip my fingers to her pussy. She’s drenched and beyond swollen. She’s going to feel so good when I wedge my cock inside her that I might cry.
At my touch, she gasps around Marcus’s cock and stills.
“Don’t stop pleasing him with your sweet mouth. He’s loving it. The way he’s trying to feed more and more of himself past your lips tells me. Open your throat and take him. Yes,” I croon as she does. “Swallow on him slowly.”
“Motherfucker,” Marcus growls, but it’s not me he’s paying attention to. His entire focus is on Kate. “Oh, baby girl. You’re taking me apart.Fuuuck…”